My Birthday Wishlist
Twenty one daysI will be a year older
A step closer to death
A blank slate
This year I will graduate
This year I will cry
I will fall
I will stand
I will stumble
I will love
And I will hate
I will have to face hard questions
I will have to face terrible answers
The truth will rip my soul apart
I will have to give answers
That would cause the strongest
To melt into tears
I will have to stand up
And put determination on my face
As I drag dead bodies
Holding my ankles
Through a burning pit of hell
I will face unknown dangers
Troubles and emotions
But what is it
I would like for my birthday?
Such a simple question should not be soo hard
Should not come complete with a mask
Remember, as I scribble
Down these meaningless things
The meaning that each will hold
A leatherbound sheild
A soft cotton mother
A pullstring savior
The dark words of a poet lost
Wrapping me in an embrace
Designed for warmth and protection
Let me write to you
Tears will run down my cheeks
A text to my true family
Words of comfort never heard
Never lost
Memories of the birth of christ
Celebrated by the birth of anger
In the pages of text
I will forever protect myself
Meaningless items
Held so dear to my heart
The bane of my existance
Here you are
The list to the hand
That will forever strike upon my back
Happy birthday to me
Poetry by deadroserising
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Written on 2010-08-13 at 00:41
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